He stepped inside with the practiced elegance of someone who had endured far worse under brighter lights.
"Consort," the physician greeted, voice clipped but not unfriendly. He was just a man forced to work in his free time.
Gabriel raised a brow, shrugged out of his coat, and draped it over the nearest armrest like it was a throne. He didn't sit immediately.
"I assume I'm the highlight of your evening."
The physician adjusted his gloves with the same measured care he used on surgical instruments. "I was enjoying a book and a ginger biscuit."
Gabriel let out a dry hum. "Apologies for replacing your biscuit."
"You're not the worst patient I've had today," the physician said. "But you're in the running."
Gabriel snorted and finally lowered himself into the chair. "I'm your only patient now."
The physician didn't look up as he adjusted his gloves. "Exactly."
